Poem 16
thy love thee hath see
flowing slowly cuddling me
in this shanty by the sea
the wind came out chilling me!
flowing slowly cuddling me
in this shanty by the sea
the wind came out chilling me!
Poem 16
02-09-2009
06/22/2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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